Ekaterina was in town for business from an old USSR state, and her Tinder profile talked about being on one of those successful people in the world lists. Smart is sexy as fuck, and I couldn’t help but want to verify that… it took five seconds to be true. Photos of being done up in a fancy dress followed by athletic wear and race numbers… 5’8”, blonde, fit, and possibly right in that cup size that says my hands will be just filled by perky wonderfulness. That’s a pleasing match.
We got together in the city and met at a coffee shop, with her insistence that this wasn’t where we needed to stop for a drink. I tend to avoid meeting people on a Friday night, and trying to use my favorite quiet bar a block away showed why this is a poor choice. We tried a couple of other places, took transit, and everything was slammed. A park bench and no drinks it would be while we talked about people, dogs, and life. The banter kept long enough to get hungry, we added a meal in, and then it was heading back out of town time for her as she stayed out of the city, but had meetings all over.
As I’m walking her over to get to the intercity, I manage to push discussion somewhere about human contact where Ekaterina mentions it wasn’t until she was well into her 20s that a female coworker of hers who gave very friendly hugs at the office made her realize she very much liked to be hugged. With that a nearly contactless date got… something of a hug in it. As we neared the station, I we talked about how this went as a date, and whether we should have a second one. It’s always better when it’s very clear, but asking in ambiguity brings a mutual settlement on yes. Since where I needed to be next was on the rail line, I joined her for part of the trip.
Sitting alongside her in the rail car now, I played at rubbing her shoulders a little bit, which turned into her leaning against me and putting her head onto my shoulder, hand on my knee with fingers running over it, her other hand reaching to hold mine and play lightly with my fingers. That brought it from maybe the next day will determine potential to, “Oh yes, I want more.” As we’re about to part ways after some quite satisfying cuddling, I ask her if I can kiss her. “You can try, but I might not like it.” There’s something odd in that response, but it’s a yes and while she keeps the kiss brief, it is not reserved. It takes a week to meet again, and a week for me to get why she’d say that.
One of my longer hobbies has been flying, and I’ve learned over time that people bond over experiences. I happily use this to great advantage, telling her our second date should be at the local airport near where she’s staying. I take the rental plane out early for a lap to warm up the engine, meet her at the gate, and it’s off to the skies where she’s all about the questions. Curiosity is sexy. Also sexy is that summery dress that’s 2/3 of the way up her thighs with a cut showing just a bit of clavicle. The wind catches her dress more than once, before I open the door for her, and the Marilyn Monroe effect shows smooth beautiful legs, her wonderful ass, and some black underwear.
We float along over the suburbs, get the best route you can ask for from ATC on a Saturday right through the best views of the city, dance over some clouds, and I decide to ask her how she’d like to get below them: gently or sporty. She’s got a mixture of a little fear that’s well over-ruled by excitement and picks the sporty route. Engine powered back, I drop the nose and pull the wing over past 45 degrees, spiraling us out of the sky and under the low cloud deck. The precision of it always pleases me no matter how many times I’ve done it returning from dumping out some skydivers.
While we got near the clouds, she asked what I’d do if I flew into them. I explained that first you don’t without a plan, but that there’s everything in the plane to let you know how to fly it… and emboldened by her joy of the spiral down, I change my airport plans and ask ATC to route us through the clouds to a great lunch spot. It’s a success, and she’s got more questions. We enjoy our meal, some eye contact, her comment that she can just look at me all day… it’s driving me crazy I still haven’t kissed her today.
With our meals consumed, we get back to the plane and I tell her she should take my seat on the left. She works through all the procedures with me, mostly keeps the plane under control getting to the runway, and we take off. I talk her through all of the flying as she take off on her first day being in a small plane and gets us almost all the way to landing before I take over to put the wheels on the ground. “You’re so calm and patient when you’re talking me through flying. I don’t think you’re like that in everything, though.” Ekaterina’s comment sticks in my head as we get in my car to drive to my place. I doesn’t click in my head yet, but this is foreshadowing. “Thank you for all this,” she tells me on the way back, “It was an amazing experience.”
The plan was to go back out as soon as I dropped my things off, but Ekaterina lays down on the couch for a moment. It has been a hot day, so far be it from me to take some time to rest myself too. I pull Ekaterina in close and her hands and mine play with each other. I learn she likes my full hand caressing across her face, and while my hands wander up and down her body enjoying the feeling of her hips through her dress, I wait for some back and forth escalation.
Katya, however, is going to make me work at it in the most interesting of ways. I finally get to kiss her again, but it’s not reservation that was shown on the train. It’s the same intense but brief kiss now. She plays at my tongue or bites my lip, but never longer than a second, maybe two before she withdraws. We dance a silent sizing up of what’s going on, or at least I do. She gets close, coaxes me towards her to kiss, and then pulls away before I get there. I push forward and kiss her with some force, then withdraw back to gauge the reaction.
Long enough to feel a bit awkward to me, but never to lower her allure, this back and forth continues. She takes me hand and laces my fingers into her hair. I’m starting to get the picture, perhaps. I pull her back onto the couch by her hair and kiss her again. She kisses me sometimes, turns away others. I’ve made some attempt to ask if this is what she’s looking for… learning about somebody without words can be very hot, but I’m treading an intense line for some first contact and really appreciating that consent is sexy too. There’s no direct answer to be had, though. Aggressive, pause, gauge, repeat, nibble at her ear with my hand around her throat, almost wrestle… she finally puts her hands on the bottom of my shirt and lifts upwards, giving something that feels very affirmative to go further and yet surprisingly late. What I love in driving a woman crazy enough to ask for everything, she loves in pushing me to do it. Topless, I straddle over her on the couch undoing the dress one button at a time before lifting her to sit upright and sliding it off over her head.
Her bra is more lingerie than bra, and it’s enough of a message to read into for right now. I pick her body up off the couch, wrapping her legs around me and carry her to the bed. “I’d be about this,” says Katya, “but I’m on the last day of my period.” She undresses me the rest of the way to my underwear, and we roll into the bed, clothed at a minimum.
Here in the bed, I’ve got a lot more freedom to move. I explore more of her body, find more that turns her on. Biting at her ears counts for a lot, and with the bra tossed away her nipples prove to be very sensitive and arousing. She has a shyness around my hand near her pussy, but every bit of contact I make is clearly pleasurable. She protests some about the time of the month, I tease her by running my fingers alongside her underwear.
It’s my fingers pressing through the fabric, feeling her pussy take what little of my fingers it can being held back by the fabric, that makes her moan and buck her hips. I kind of love the conflict, her pleasure at my hand and desire for more mixed with what to me is the pettiness concerns over the last day of a cycle that give any impression fo having needed something to deal with it. Still, the conflict feels quite acceptable, and adds a rush of watching her succumb to an overwhelming desire, and right now I’m that desire.
Still, her reluctance does hang on still, and we toss about in the bed in our respective underwear. Sometimes we’re alongside, sometimes I’m on top of her. I play at using the mirror in the room, pulling Ekaterina up on knees in front of it, her barely clothed body looking spectacular in the reflection before my eyes. She looks even better with her head dropped back as my fingers settle over her underwear once more.
Katya, it turns out, will orgasm very easily from my fingers in this way. It doesn’t seem to be her clit that’s the driver for her, but the pressure of my fingers, barely making any progress forward in her restrained by the fabric. She cums, and she cums repeatedly and quickly. She cums hardest of all in front of that mirror, doubling over into a ball on the bed and I have to transition to something closer to after care.
I can’t stop desiring to touch her, and she seems to have an internal surprise at my pleasure from her pleasure. Still, the underwear remains on, still my fingers are above it. Ever still, I want more, I want to feel inside of her, and I pull her on top of me. Clothed as we are, she presses herself down straddling me, feeling my cock against her pussy. I grab her hips and thrust up into her. She rides me in reply. My hands grab her ass, slide up and down her back. More.
I throw her off of me and onto the bed, on her back. I grab her by the hips and this too is now a discovered turn on as I sit upright above her and grind against her. Katya’s eyes close, her hands wander up towards the headboard. I love when a woman grasps at the sheets, pushes at the frame of the bed, shows some thoughtless and provoking display of being overwhelmed in the moment, and this is where Ekaterina is right now. It’s another orgasm for her.
I make a pass at sliding off her underwear, and she both protests and accepts at once, leaving the bed and accepting my directions to the restroom, teasing that she might escape running out the door of the house naked. Predictably, she does no such thing, and returns. She returns in anticipation, in that lust to be finally be fucked. I pull the condoms out, but I’ve been robbed of some of my favorite exploring and hardly feel there isn’t more room for foreplay yet.
My fingers find her bare skin, a single one sliding in. My finger curls forward inside of Katya, and she’s just as delightfully sensitive, aroused, turned on, and destined to cum like this as she already has been since we started. She cums against my hand before I slide in a second finger, giving her every bit of warm up I can before I slide on the condom and work to fill her body far more.
“I wasn’t supposed to have time for sex on this trip.” I take joy in being the compelling distraction.
Even with all the orgasms she’s had, I work into her very slowly. It’s shallow thrusts and certainly at least two minutes before she takes all of me inside of her, and the grip of her body, the arch of her back… she’s through another two orgasms before I have to almost hold her in place and not move – this is too good, and I’m not ready to be done so quickly.
Calmed down myself a bit, I lay off the edge of the bed so she’s facing the mirror again while I’m on my back and she’s on top of me, taking me inside of her, riding my cock while I enjoy the shape, tone, movement of her body. My hands cup her tits, play with her nipples, guide one then the other to my mouth while she rides me more. I take her ass in my hands, pull her down towards me, thrust my hips up. I decide now I’ll let myself cum, thrusting inside of her from below, holding her body tight against my own.
We lay there for a few minutes afterwards before she slides herself, slowly, very much a two steps forward and one step back of a process, off my still-hard dick. “It’s a bit long,” she quips, and I enjoy the statement. Sans condom, I think she’d have a shot at keeping me going right on past the orgasm.
“Can I thank you yet again for today?” she says.
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